once again the rubber prize
her breathing hand never makes that
all i'm sayin
it's in your mind dear
it's there to find
and
what if i had it wrong
and she knew that but
she grew up in warm warm water
helps her face look
christmas stevedore
a basement hall
a broken jaw
the empire clock hangs up
sarah sitting in her house
painting each nail like it's a
wait i should've know by now
i should've gone to sleep
such a brat
i knew i was wrong
couldn't settle down
maybe i'll
I have a complex about how I look in t-shirts
days like this
may or might not count for much
but as
pneuma has left me now
and oh i forget it
there's something
here we are
without our clothes
icky thick and dark
silver spoon moon
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